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Fade to Black
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Leave me tonight as the heavens
Open wide in endless embrace, calling
To the darkness of soul that brought
Me to this pass. Emptiness fills
The heart and mind as I reach
Blindly for something, anything to
Hang onto, but there was never more
Than nothing in this vast space.
In the end, I will sleep
In the lake of sorrows,
Drowning in the ice of my
Own, unremitting pain.
Praying to be lost forever
Midst the shadowed expanse
Of all that I fear, all to no
Avail…I can’t disappear.
As I drift upon the empty space
That as yet I am still separate from,
Look down and see others cavorting
Beneath the weight of the darkness,
Free to roam as I am not. Dreams
Race through the mind that beholds
But cannot join the dance, for those
Below remain tied to time and fate.
Gazing beneath the empty plane of this vast space
Where I lay dying yet still alive, I can’t disappear
No matter how strong the desire. Curse the fate
That intervenes as I ask: When do I fade to black?
Open wide in endless embrace, calling
To the darkness of soul that brought
Me to this pass. Emptiness fills
The heart and mind as I reach
Blindly for something, anything to
Hang onto, but there was never more
Than nothing in this vast space.
In the end, I will sleep
In the lake of sorrows,
Drowning in the ice of my
Own, unremitting pain.
Praying to be lost forever
Midst the shadowed expanse
Of all that I fear, all to no
Avail…I can’t disappear.
As I drift upon the empty space
That as yet I am still separate from,
Look down and see others cavorting
Beneath the weight of the darkness,
Free to roam as I am not. Dreams
Race through the mind that beholds
But cannot join the dance, for those
Below remain tied to time and fate.
Gazing beneath the empty plane of this vast space
Where I lay dying yet still alive, I can’t disappear
No matter how strong the desire. Curse the fate
That intervenes as I ask: When do I fade to black?
This is just a spur-of-the-moment, stream of consciousness poem created by long-held desires. I actually started with the idea for a title, and it just developed from there. I may come back and revise it, or I may not...it depends on my state of mind.
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This poem is copyrighted to Amanda Osterday as of October 3, 2007.
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This poem is copyrighted to Amanda Osterday as of October 3, 2007.
© 2007 - 2024 kuroicalidra
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I enjoyed how this flowed, strangely enough, though I can tell you were rather upset when you wrote this. I think it's a good piece. I'm actually interested in knowing what exactly you are talking about in this poem, because I see many things.